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Date Posted: 21:00:04 01/19/02 Sat
Author: .:azra:.
Subject: .:thee realm o' g r a v i t y is awaitin' y e:.

c l i c k i e 4 g r a v i t y

http://www.geocities.com/gravityrpg

A'fore the valley so deep within hidden 'neath shadowed vale, 'tween twix times n' swollen ocean swells the vast gorge so pleantiful; Posterity in its grasp seen as the luminary sun sets from its point falling forth the glow o' the cresent moon brining glorious night winds; colors o' depths lie ahead, purple, blue, red, green, and the optismum yellow; Brought forth for the silence 'tward the conquring equine; 'twas here where the wild ones roam.. twas long ago.. in a land were none but the wild suriv'd. A fallen empire.. it was once the greatest, most desir'd realms of them all.. but with the centuries it last'd, it fell, as all great things do. And with the land, a steed was born. Azra. A mighty brujo of of aspecilla n' verrucaria strode 'pon the elder land, claiming his royal position. Not long after thy mascula had won royalty, the empire fell. The bronc wonder'd o'er unknown lands, fighting, fighting for survival. Flints fell 'pon the turf that is known as thee land you are now standin' 'pon.. keep the position of respect, or fall as a worthless one, having to work to claw to the top. Four highly desir'd realms are bless'd 'pon this earthen land.. Northern Mysts, Eastern Mysts, Southern Mysts, and the Western Mysts.. the four top broncs shall take residence in thee land of mysts.. only four.. will you suceed?

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